doomed

Chapter 37

The alarm clock rang after definitely not enough hours of sleep, my eyes still stuck together and swollen as if I had balled my eyes out once again.

I couldn't have slept worse honestly, from walking up at 3 am completely sweaty after a nightmare that probably represented Evan and then the same routine till 5am where I finally decided to go take a shower and simply get ready.

It was now 6.20 am and I was seated on the kitchen table, watching my toast burn in the toaster. My phone ringing from across the room and growing louder with every sound it made. My head heavy on my head and a Nutella stain on my shirt from the first toast.

I finally heard the toast jump up and decided it was time to cancel the alarm and eat my second half.

I started with the phone as that was clearly the more annoying one of the two, why had I even left it on the couch. Simply proved how tired I was as usually I always needed it in my hand when I ate. Guess my dreams were enough media for today.

I ended the cycle of rings and dropped it back down, grabbing my toast and putting a thick layer of this biscoff cream on top. I then took my blanket that was neatly wrapped around my pyjama and sat my ass down on the couch.

Seemed more comfy than the seats in the kitchen.

I still had a lot of time left till I needed to leave, though I would be quite occupied with getting my hair and makeup done as well as changing into my clothes; so I probably had 5 minutes left to enjoy my beautiful toast in peace.

I could bare keep my eyes open as I took bite after bite till it was gone out of my hand. Normally I would be sad about it, today I was happy I didn't need to move my hand any further.

I fell back into the couch, closing my eyes for a very dangerous break.

Maybe the tiredness was good though, because I couldn't worry about anything but falling asleep during my Spanish lesson; or any other honestly.

I was also too tired to decide on whether I was going to stay friends with him or abandon him or desperately fall in love- not that I really had a choice for that but still. So maybe the whole situation was just perfect for my motivation to decide on absolutely nothing until I had to.

I took a deep breath before reopening my eyes and walking back into my room just to be unsatisfied with the view on my pretty bed I just wanted to crawl back into; so comfy and warm.

I pulled the blanket tighter around me and scoffed as I sat down on my chair, pulling my hair out the bun it was still left in after the shower. I shortly considered styling it but who was I even kidding, I got out my dry shampoo, quickly spraying it for some volume and brushed it out.

Still looked alright for the circumstances.

For makeup I put on some concealer to hide the very obvious bags below my eyes and put on some mascara. I quickly put some Vaseline in my eye brows to make them fit right and brushed through them with an empty mascara.

Then I decided it had to be enough for today and that it was Monday so everyone would look a little lost, not just me.

I checked my phone, 6.50.

How had all that taken so long? I felt like the sloth from zoomania.

Oh I loved zoomania, the fox was so cool. I wish they would have also made a human version because he sure as hell would be smashable, but I didn't say that because it's still a fox and the whole movie was about them being animals so obviously no human version.

But just from characters, admirable.

With my new found motivation I walked to the closet and changed into something different than my cat pyjama, though I loved it more than anything and honestly wearing that to school would be a complete hit. Everyone would love it and no one could deny it.